• The snowflakes fall onto my window pain
    softly and slowly in a cool winter dance.
    Each one, its own pattern, its own special moves
    Difting and dancing against the subtle sunlight.

    The acute winter petals that fall from the sky
    like a glorious rain.
    Each one seperate, beautiful in its own way
    frolicing its way towards the ground.

    There they melt on the soft floor
    to start the cycle again.